For Mother... Poem by david lessard

Ma, everybody celebrates your day, the day of your birth,
The fireworks light up the night, every soul filled with mirth.
You were a Yankee Doodle Dandy, a yankee doodle dandy Gal,
The woman of the year, seventy-eight times in a row -
No one suspected it...but i know that it was so.

Yours was a heart of gladness, you were everyone's friend,
A soul of sweetness, a smile of joy, faithful to the end.
You were everybody's mother, love to all, you'd not deny,
and I triumphed in my sadness, you caused my tears to dry.

Born on the fourth of July, in a small New England town,
I can't recall a moment, a place in time, when I ever saw you frown.
You lit up the room around you, wanting everyone's happiness,
When you yourself were down, you mattered nonetheless.

If there's a special place for mothers, then I'm sure you have a place,
I there's a special place for angels, then I'm sure you'll be embraced.
You were the dearest, loving mother, this boy will ever know...
and I'm certain now, that God is holding you, in His special glow.